"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're gonna waltz into that children's party like we belong there." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Waltz in, you say? With tutus and top hats?" Molly chuckled. "No, silly. We need to blend in. Think balloons and cake, not diamonds and rubies." Bill scratched his chin. "So, we'll be, what, clowns? I'm not good with balloon animals." "No, no," Molly laughed. "We'll be the parents no one invited. We'll waltz in with our fake kid, grab the presents, and waltz out before anyone knows what hit 'em." "Fake kid? I hope you're not suggesting I dress up as a baby." Molly rolled her eyes. "No, Bill. I mean a teenager. You know, the sullen type who ignores us." Bill grinned. "Oh, I can do sullen. What's our kid's name gonna be?" "Let's call him... Steve. Now, about our disguise..." Molly's voice trailed off as she rummaged through their props. "You know, a simple 'hello' would have sufficed," Bill muttered, but Molly just laughed.